I'm sitting here listening to my cat munch on something, and I'm wondering if I had any stray chicken wings lying about that the cats could have gotten into, finally turn on the light, and there's my Nunya, nomming away on a chipmunk's head.

crunch crunch crunch

I'ma wait 'til she's done, I'm too close to dry-heaving to shoo her away and toss it in the bushes. Dead body I can handle, this, oh god, the sounds . . .

I think she might be telling me she wants some fucking canned food to fatten her up for winter. She's never eaten a critter inside the apartment. Brought them in as presents, used a poor dead mole as a soccer ball a couple of weeks ago, but never actually eaten them.

blech.

the chipmunk is all gone. No cleanup for me. Nunya is pleased with herself and stole my seat.

I'm glad she doesn't bathe me like Ply does.

I concur with and echo lisah.

And Julie...makes me grateful I've only woken to dead mice in bed with me. Uhg.

Sara, my mum used to get live garter snakes in her lap when I was a kid. Blackie was an awesome cat!

Deleted because while I was just trying to give props to something I found really funny, meh.

no jokes about my mom's garters, please.

I'm more and more glad my cat doesn't go outside.

Thanks for saying something, JZ, and my apologies for adding to it.

Garter snakes are among the species where the males will at times engage in cross-dressing. (My favourite example thereof is the giant cuttlefish, but garter snakes are pretty nifty too.)

ita, sorry about the car. It's really hard to get a car dejunked, probably moreso in CA. My brother's worked around it, but dodgily, in AL.

The firemen are here. There's a fire in unit #11. This week has more excitement than I can handle, straight up.